Chapter 209: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg? Chapter 209 Eye of Gork (II)

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The Green Skins of Kal II went completely mad.

The Evil Sun Clan's youngsters went mad first; they were naturally obsessed with speed and firmly believed red things ran faster.

Upon hearing of the Squig Racing, half the clan's youngsters volunteered to go to the Huo Ying Pasture.

They only chose the brightest red Squigs as mounts, welding rocket boosters onto the Squigs' rumps.

Even though half the Squigs exploded into fireballs midway every test, they never tired of it.

The Evil Moon Clan's youngsters loved gambling, staking all the teeth they'd saved over half their lives on the races.

Win and trade for bigger guns and harder armor; lose and carry your gun to rob, then bet the stolen teeth again.

The Snake Bite Clan monopolized the Squig breeding tracks; nearly every competitor's mount came from their breeding grounds.

Lin En and Yaduoduo rode this wave, sinking every tooth they'd earned during this period into it.

They bought over a dozen surrounding ranches in one go, converting them into waaaghGP branch race stations.

Using each station as a connection point, they built a super-long track totaling over five hundred kilometers.

Lin En named it the "Eye of Gork (EyeofGork: Geluo's Eye)" Super Long Interstellar Rally.

He promoted it heavily: only the fiercest, fastest, most Waaagh Green Skins could take the Eye of Gork championship.

Rules were set: each branch station held daily races, with racers accumulating points for the overall ranking.

Only the top four scorers at each station qualified for the monthly Eye of Gork series.

At the same time, Lin En copied his past life's commercial racing playbook, planting ads like crazy on the tracks and in the commentary.

"Want the speed of Sasuke from the Fire Shadow Clan?"

"Find Duya of the Snake Bite Clan! The best Squigs are all at Snake Bite!"

"Want your Squig harder than Geluo's fist? Evil Moon Jinchi Mod Shop welds the thickest armor and fastest boosters onto your mount!"

"Lost a race and want to save face? Death Skull Armory, the strongest shells, the biggest booms, blow your opponent and their Squig to the sky!"

Even Kal II's major clans, for fame and teeth, all formed their own racing clubs.

Sinking blood money to train racers, just to place in the first Geluo's Eye Rally.

As waaaghGP got hotter and hotter, nearly all of Kal II's Green Skins—except those on the front lines exchanging fire with the Human Fleet—were holed up in the various race stations.

After watching the races, they'd brawl with rival racers' fans, and the Waaagh Force Field rose considerably from this universal revelry.

The front line's defense was thus affected quite a bit.

Large numbers of youngsters guarding the line sneaked back to the rear to watch the races.

The already not-tight defensive line lost a quarter of its manpower directly, and many cannon turrets didn't even have a youngster to operate them.

All this was just stumbled upon by Luna, who had returned to Kal II's front line.

She brought the repaired Precept Ruler and the reorganized Mechanicus Fleet, returning to Kal II's Outer Areas after a week.

Upon receiving the news, she found Lin En's Peak Black Radiance still parked in the Asteroid Belt.

It had barely moved for half a month, not even launching a proper landing assault.

Luna sat in the command seat on the Bridge, a cold mockery curling her Mouth Corner, and sent Lin En an encrypted communication directly.

"Emperor's Divine Chosen, do you only know how to hide in the Asteroid Belt?"

"You don't even dare touch the Green Skins' Defensive Line; you might as well obediently hand over the Expedition Marshal position to me."

Without waiting for Lin En's reply, she smashed the Communication Device and ordered sternly:

"All ships, full salvo, tear open the Outer Perimeter! Landing troops, prepare, follow me into the Middle Level, straight for the Core District!"

This time the Mechanicus' investment was no less than last time.

Macro Cannons and Light Spear Arrays fired in unison, instantly shredding the Green Skins' turrets welded from scrap.

Landing Craft fell on Kal II's Ground like rain; the Inquisition Army's Arc Guns and Plasma Weapons burned the sporadically resisting Green Skins into charcoal.

Pushing all the way to the Middle Level, Luna's Vanguard Force hardly met any proper resistance.

Inside a Centaur Transport Vehicle, she watched the screen where dense life signals gathered at several fixed points.

She frowned and asked the Crouching Dragon Wizard beside her: "What are these Green Skins crowding together to do?"

The Crouching Dragon Wizard immediately activated a Psychic Scan, then bowed with a strange expression to reply:

"Reporting to Regent King Adult, they are... watching a Squig Racing match."

Luna found it laughable: "A bunch of brainless beasts—Macro Cannon, calibrate coordinates on that gathering point; blow it to ash for me."

A row of Macro Cannon beams descended from the sky, precisely hitting the branch race station packed with several hundred thousand Green Skins.

Molten metal and exploding fire instantly swallowed the entire racecourse.

Luna watched the Green Skins blown into the air by Macro Cannons, in high spirits, ordering troops to continue advancing, straight into the Core District.

But she didn't gloat long before the Ground near the Core District suddenly shook violently, and piercing Alarm sounds rang out inside the Vehicle Compartment.

A four-meter-tall Mecha Beastman, stepping on Metal Fragments everywhere, charged out of a passage in the Core District.

Twin-linked Heavy Shootas and Thermal Cannons were welded onto its body; in the middle, Chandler's Mechanical Prosthetic Eye flashed with Violent Anger's Red Light.

Half its body had already fused with the Mecha, and the Triple-barreled Rotary Cannon on its Mechanical Prosthetic had begun spinning madly.

"Damn Shrimp! You dare disturb my Mecha construction! All of you die for me!"

Chandler had already been irritable from hitting a bottleneck in his Mecha Secret Treasure research, and Luna's assault interrupted his seclusion, his rage burning straight to the peak.

It charged recklessly with its newly installed mechanical prosthetics; the Inquisition Army's arc guns hadn't even hit it before being deflected by the shield force field.

And its thermal cannon blasted apart an entire squad of the Inquisition Army with a single shot.

Luna hadn't expected Chandler's level of mechanization to have reached this extent; she activated her spirit power to summon blue dimensional flames.

But they were completely blocked by Chandler's anti-psychic shield.

Chandler slapped apart the troop transport beside her with one claw, and the thermal cannon's light beam came within a few centimeters of her at its closest.

"Retreat! Full fleet firepower cover!" Luna's face turned pale as she used spirit power to block the flying bullets while roaring out the order.

In this battle, Luna's ground forces lost nearly two-thirds.

Only with great difficulty did they withdraw back into space under the fleet's firepower cover, and she herself nearly got captured alive by Chandler.

Back aboard the Precept Ruler, Luna looked at the battle damage report, so furious she crushed the scepter in her hand into fragments.

And in Kal II's core district, Chandler roared furiously at the approaching Sith:

"While I was in seclusion, this is how you held the defensive line?!"

Sith remained expressionless,

"The command authority you entrusted to me doesn't support me holding off that mad woman."

"And Big Boss, the grots all went to see that whatever waaaghGP, and we couldn't stop them."